However, as soon as I finished removing my makeup, the door opened:ad “Mom is too drunk, let her lie down for a while, she’s too loud down.” My mother-in-law, a controlling and notoriously strict woman, stumbled, hugging a pillow, with her breath stinking of alcohol, her low-cut blouse and her red face. Gentey society.ad
I was about to help her in the living room, but my husband stopped me: “Let mom go to bed here, it’s just a night. One night. Our wedding night.”ad
Bitterly, I took the pillow to the couch, not daring to react for fear of being labeled a “rude wife.”
All night I jumped and went back to bed, unable to sleep. Someone’s shadow from above walked back and forth, the wood creaked, then the silence. It was almost daylight when I finally fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was almost 6 a.m. I climbed the stairs with the intention of waking up my husband and greeting my relatives. I opened the door gently… and froze. My husband was lying on his back. My mother-in-law was very close to him, in the same bed that I had given up for her. I approached, with the intention of waking him up. But when I looked at the sheet, I stopped abruptly. On the white sheet… there was a fax
Part 2
I stood still on the threshold. The spot was dark, spread close to the edge of the bed, and for a moment my mind built the worst possible version of the scene. But that’s not what really stopped me. It was silence.
My mother-in-law slept with her mouth ajar, still dressed, makeup run. My husband was breathing deep, alien to everything. I approached it slowly and then I saw it clearly: a glass of red wine overturned on the nightstand, the liquid drained to the sheet. Nothing more. No treason, no scandal worthy of soap opera. Just the carelessness of a woman who had drunk too much and a room that no one had bothered to order. Astronomy
